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“It wasn’t that much,” I said.
Sawyer scoffed. “I’ve never even made eye contact with her, dude. And I never will.”
“It’s not her fault her dad’s an overbearing asshole,” I said. “I’m not going to ignore her.”
“I still can’t believe you picked her up in the church parking lot,” Nash said. “Does Coach know about that yet?”
“I think Jolie told him. She said she didn’t really give me a choice.”
“Is that the truth?” Nash asked, his tone skeptical.
“Yeah, it was either drive away and risk running over her foot or let her in the car.”
“I’m not sure which way I would’ve gone on that,” Nash said.
He pulled his new Escalade into the parking lot of Harley’s and found a spot. We were walking toward the front door when Sawyer gave me a serious look.
“Hey, how’s your brother doing?” he asked.
He asked about Andy regularly. Sawyer had lost his wife Annie to cancer, and I felt like he understood its toll better than my other teammates.
“Hanging in there,” I said. “He’s really sick from the chemo.”
“It’s a bitch.”
“It’s hard for him that his wife has to take care of everything.”
Sawyer nodded. “For better or worse, though. This is definitely the worst.”
We dropped the subject when we walked inside and saw a table of other coaches from youth hockey. Gizzard and several Mavericks players coached when we were able to with our schedule, and there were others who did the same. It was never the same group twice.
Nash’s girlfriend Sariah had saved seats for us, and he kissed her on the cheek as he slid into the seat next to hers.
“The cheek?” I gave Sariah a thumbs-down. “You want me to show you how a real man greets his girl?”
Nash scoffed. “Like you’d know. You haven’t had a girlfriend sincefetchwas a thing.”
“Stop trying to makefetchhappen,” Sariah said. “It’s not going to happen.”
“Exactly my point.” Nash grinned.
Jolie made a little bowing motion to Sariah with her arms from the other side of the table.
“You got your guy to useMean Girlsreferences correctly. I bow down to you.”
Sariah gave her a triumphant look. “We take turns picking the movie for movie night.”
“What did you pick on your last night?” I asked Nash.
He grinned at Sariah. “Babe?”
Sariah’s expression turned serious as she said, “Leave the gun. Take the cannoli.”
“The Godfather,” I said approvingly. “A true classic.”
Nash put his arm around Sariah and kissed her temple. He’d been the last of my teammates I expected to settle down, but he’d found someone perfect for him, and I often found myself wishing I had what he did.
Not Sariah, of course, but someone of my own I could have inside jokes and movie nights with. Someone who would save me seats and remind me my mom’s birthday was coming up.
